unicidades

On missing a town and my mom, and music.  People often ask me if I miss Porto Alegre. The best answer to the question is that I don't really think about it anymore. My mom died and what followed was a complete hiatus between my life and the life we used to have. That life is now preserved by my memories that sometimes flash thru my mind at various parts of my days. Sometimes while I am dancing, sometimes when I am driving, or when while I am listening to music. Music has always been my way to connect to things, places and people. Don't think that will ever change.  Janine by Nada Skaf Last night I went out dancing and the place was beautiful, but with not that many people to dance with. I sat there  listening to tango and the DJ played this very beautiful segment that brings out in me all my South-Americanism.  It brings out the streets of Porto Alegre, the red sunsets, my walks from the University to my first job, my mom, Brazilian Music, the most Southern ca

I have been told he is recovering. He was extubated and is talking. Maybe it was the love from his spouse that saved him. Maybe it was just his body that reacted and recovered. Maybe it was a miracle? Maybe it was the medicine he was given. Maybe it was just not his time to leave the party. Not yet. Maybe it was the care that he received from his doctors.  Life and its mysteries. Love and its pending affairs. The inequality of it all. We tasted new flavors on Friday night. New textures. The lights outside were screaming at us that we had to live. We had to free ourselves. That was what I heard. I heard life saying come and live. She enticed me. Let me show you a few things. Beauty. And I did go and let her take my hand because exploring is something I like. Always have. And I saw Miami under a different light. And, maybe at that point, love didn't make any sense or mattered anymore. I was just carefree. It was warm and late when we left. His eyes on me. His music on my ears. My